Every time I go to write a new post, I remember that something terrible has happened in the world, and I stop.
Yes, this has been going on for years, but I’ve just stopped. That’s right, I’ve stopped stopping. While I harbour no delusions of my voice being a particularly important one, it is a unique one, and using it makes me feel nice, and that’s exactly as many reasons necessary for me to pick up a new hobby.
Why now? I’ve recently switched jobs, and my new gig does not involve as much writing, and my clever little puns are being abandoned all willy-nilly. They’re gone now. You’ll never know if they were actually clever at all. But they were and I can’t prove it.
There might be more coming soon. Or there might not be. My creative output is inconsistent when it exists in public at all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I’ve booked the day off, and I’m celebrating with a leisurely day: a hot bath, and a movie tonight (Star Wars, because Deadpool hasn’t opened yet) followed by dinner at a nearby pub. I’ve also hidden my birthday from Facebook notifications, and I haven’t made an effort to notify the people around me that the ol’ odometer (OLDometer – ha!) was about to flip. Why? Am I becoming increasingly hermit-like as I age? Am I having a mid-life crisis?
Maybe, and no. Beneath my layers of sage wisdom (lol) and child-like whimsy (I am, like, SO random!) lurk some deep-seated superstitions, mostly involving not poking the sleeping beast that is a happy life. And that’s really what I’m living right now, so rather than tooting my birthday horn, I’d rather toot a regular everyday horn and enjoy the things I always enjoy and thank whichever lucky stars aligned to let me feel like almost every day is my kind-of birthday.
Work is a huge part of that. When I was little and was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always answered with “teacher”. I’m pretty sure I meant to say “Twitter”, though. That was pretty soothsayerish of me. I didn’t book today off because working on my birthday would have been a drag – I really just wanted to sleep in.
And living in a house that floats on the ocean is a sweet deal! Since I love canoeing, staring at ducks, and diagonal wood panelling, it’s my personal dream come true.
Sharing this house with Scott is a dream come true-er, too. It’s one thing to come up with fun ideas like buying a house on the ocean to live in, or adopting a second cat (not all ideas have to be wacky to be brilliant), but to turn to the person next to you and know they’re totally on board (sometimes literally)? That’s solid gold. When I was a teenager, a really fantastic adult in my life told me that the only way I’d get by in life was to find a rich guy dumb enough to marry me. I’m not the type to gloat, but I keep that memory around exclusively for the purpose of gloating. Wrong on all counts, awful adult from the past.
Come to think of it, I spent too much of my childhood fielding dumb questions and even dumber remarks. And here I am now, looking forward to just another day.
As always, my resolution is to have no resolutions. And since I’m almost a month late in declaring this, I’ve done an incredible job of sticking to them (yay Brandy)!
I quietly resolved to ride my bike to work on my first work day of 2016. On the eve of that day, I threw out my back in a mysterious accident (backcident?). New Year’s resolutions and I are not friends, and I’m not looking to become friends with them.
That said, I’m hoping to update more frequently. Or ever! Either works. I tend to post my random thoughts on Facebook, but I think this is a better place. This thing belongs to me and my name is all over it. It makes sense to make it more mine. But who am I? It’s been so long, right? It’s time for a new paragraph.
I’m Brandy (hi, it’s me)! I like cats and downloading apps that promise to make me more productive. I share a cool house – it floats on the ocean! – with a guy who is great and two cats who are cats. I have a job that I love, and while it’s not a secret it’s also not a hot blogging topic. I would say I’m living the dream, but a) I hope I’m not obnoxious enough to actually type out those words intentionally and b) I never dreamed this far. I would mostly say I’m happy, which isn’t a very deep well of writing inspiration, but ¯_(ツ)_/¯ I’ll see what I can muster.